The other night while watching the opening day of baseball season, I uttered words that had never passed my lips. Words, I will admit, I never ever thought I would say.
How can you NOT like Neil Diamond?
I was in the kitchen when it happened. While cooking our dinner, the song just wafted into the kitchen. It tickled my ears and tempted my mouth. Before I knew what I was doing, the words to “Sweet Caroline,” had been sung. The whole song. I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but I did it. I had sung along with Neil Diamond as he belted out “Sweet Caroline.”
In high school, I was too busy singing along with the Violent Femmes, The Cure, and Depeche Mode to get caught up with Neil Diamond. Anyway, he was WAY before my time – really! In college, underground radio was the thing with Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Radiohead ruling my world. Neil Diamond didn’t have a chance.
So, as a semi-adult, my music tastes have adjusted, and with a baby along for the ride, I have had to cut back on some of my listening choices (and only blare them while alone in the car). But, I never thought I’d see the day when I would admit, Neil Diamond doesn’t suck.
It’s not like throngs of admiring fans are filled with the giddy desire to loudly sing along with Massive Attack during a sell-out concert.
You’ve got to hand it to Neil Diamond.